Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the song Like We Used To by A Rocket To The Moon.
I want to thank my editors, one of my best friends, Cassy and LaRascasse. Please vote and comment. Any comments would be appreciated.
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Life changes after school, there was never anything to deny that. It just depended whether it changed for the better or the worse. Raegan's life was evenly balanced in that sense. She had progressed in her career faster than most people and was extremely accomplished for a twenty two year old. She was the branch manager of one of the most respected and distinguished furniture companies in South Africa.
She already owned her own house and two cars, life was good in that sense. She was highly respected in the company and her branch always performed high above expectations. Raegan was also a professional MMA fighter and loved the sport. But the part where her life had changed for the worse was when her best friend broke their friendship. Raegan thought that she could share with her best friend something that defined her and scared her. They were studying when Raegan told her best friend that she was gay. She got the opposite reaction of she had expected. In short, Shae shouted at her, told her she revolting and that she never wanted to see her again.
Raegan did as Shae asked. They never spoke again and as soon she had finished her exams, Raegan moved to Johannesburg and started working for this company. Four years later she was better off for it.
Raegan never thought about it that much anymore, Shae had ripped her heart apart and Raegan had never fully recovered. She was thinking about it as she sat in her office, when she was interrupted by a knock.
"Yes, Ben?" She asked the sales consultant.
"I have customers who want the Devonshire dining table, but they want it within the next week, but the supplier will only deliver to DC in about 3 weeks. So they want the one on the floor," he knew that she hated when they even asked. It was against company policy.
"Sorry, tell them to wait or choose another table," Raegan returned to her work at hand.
"I tried to, but they insist on talking to you," Ben said, clearly having a tough time with these customers.
"Where are they?" Raegan asked getting up.
"Standing by the Devonshire setting," he said leading the way.
Raegan approached the man standing there, "Hi, I am Raegan, the manager. How can I assist you?"
He turned his attention to her, "I am Rick. I want this table but I can't wait three weeks. We have our engagement dinner in a week and I want this table."
"I am sorry, but I cannot sell it to you off the floor. It is our company policy," Raegan replied simply.
"I don't care about your policy, I am the customer and I insist on getting this table now," his tone got aggressive.
"And I insist that you visit some other store that will do that. Unfortunately I can't," Raegan said in an even tone.
"Then I will phone your boss," he said ignorantly.
"I will give you the number. He will tell you the same thing," Raegan reached for a card in her shirt pocket and handed it to him.
"I can't believe this pathetic service," he almost shouted.
"If you want to shout, please leave my store. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior," Ben saw that Raegan was getting angry.
"It's fine ,honey. Let's just get a different table," a sweet and familiar voice said walking up to him.
Raegan felt her heart drop to the floor, she couldn't believe it. Before her stood Shae, still as beautiful as she remembered her. Her black hair falling below her shoulders, the piercing blue eyes staring right through her, the pixie, upturned nose still as perfect, her full lips in their usual Angelina Jolie pout. Her long legs, very prominent in the short jean skirt and black heels, led to a small, firm ass. Raegan figured she still worked out. Her legs were toned, her stomach flat and her full C cup breasts high on her chest, showing just the right amount of cleavage in her black halter neck top. 'This is just my day,' Raegan thought sarcastically.
"Raegan?" the shocked voice asked.
"Hi Shae," was all Raegan managed.
Shae was just as surprised. Raegan looked different from what she remembered. Her hair was colored a platinum blonde, styled into a perfect mohawk, her green eyes still crystal clear and her button nose wrinkled in annoyance. Shae noticed Raegan's body and almost went limp. The sleeves of her white shirt stretched a bit over her biceps, her stomach was flat and the muscles in her legs pronounced through the black dress pants. Her full B cup breasts were visible, she still looked highly feminine though. She wore boots to finish the look.
"Wow, I can't believe I bumped into you. We should catch up," Shae smiled broadly.
"Well now is not a good time. Maybe some other time, so if there is nothing else I can do for you, I will be getting back to work," Raegan said flatly.
"I still want this table," Rick said forcefully.
"As I explained, I cannot sell it to you off the floor. You are more than welcome to phone head office and complain, go to another store or wait the allotted time," Raegan repeated again.
"It's fine, honey. Let's look at other ones," Shae said again.
"Ben will show you to them," Raegan said and walked to her office.
The rest of the day was a blur. Shae kept popping up in her head, memories of the good old days where they were still good friends. Before Raegan knew it, she had to send the daily figures to head office and lock up. As usual, she drove straight to the gym.
Raegan changed into her gym clothes, wrapped her hands and out her 4 ounce gloves on. She moved to the punching bag and started punching and kicking with force unknown even to her. Before long, she was covered in sweat, the hurt and anger still very clear.
"RAE! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?" Kelly shouted to her.
Raegan stopped and turned around, feeling the tiredness in her muscles. Like always, Kelly admired her friend in her shorts and sports bra. Her muscles were pumped and looked larger than usual, her six pack bulging. Kelly admired her friend's tattoos, she had a full sleeve on her left arm filled with mythical creatures, a large fire phoenix on her right ribcage and a paragraph in Hebrew on her back. Kelly still didn't know what it meant, "I think so," Raegan responded dryly.
"What's wrong?" Kelly asked when Raegan slumped onto the bench.
"Shae showed up at my work today with her fiancé," Raegan said without any emotion.
"Wow, what are the odds?" Kelly asked more to herself.
"Fuck knows. She acted like she never treated me like shit and told me to fuck off," Raegan felt the anger surge up in her again.
